Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.